Dim hallway light filters under doors. Parquet creaks under my bare feet. Late night. Everyone sleeps. Heart thumps loud. Too loud. His door cracks open. Clyde. Neighbor. Tall, rough. Eyes lock. Hungry. Window blinds across hall glow faint streetlight. Peek in? No. He nods. Step closer. Hand grabs mine. Pulls. Threshold crossed. Door shuts. Click. Whispered. Breath hot on neck.
! Bang Bang! His hands on my waist. Like steering wheel grip. Tight. Wind? Fan hums balcony door ajar. Hair whips light. Bolide? His body launches. Hard against me. ! Bang Bang! Bullets? No. Fingers trace smooth skin. Dress hikes short on thigh. Virtue? Fuck it. Slides up. Damp already.
The Contact
His zipper rasps soft. I dive in. Cock hard. Cannon stiff. Fingers capture. Stroke slow. He groans muffled. Palm over mouth. Neighbors thin walls. Mine too.
Bedroom dark. Blinds slat moon glow. Push me down. Mattress dips. Squeak. Shit. Quiet. Legs spread. His hand dives. Fingers agitate wet folds. Squish hush. Pussy clenches. Bite lip bloody. ! Bang Bang! Bed frame knocks wall. Rhythm builds. Thud thud. Hold breath. Listen. Snores next door? TV murmur?
Parker attacks. Me on top. Sink down. Cock spears deep. Grind. Bang bang hips slap. Skin slick sweat. His hand on tit squeeze. Other on ass. Pulls harder. Faster. Sirens wail outside. Real? Cops patrol block? Or pulse roar ears? Fuck. Thrill spikes. Claustro close. Whole quartier blind. We burn.
The Indiscretion
! Bang Bang! Fingers dig nails. I ride savage. Pussy milks. He arches. Eyes wild. Ta main sur ma peau lisse. English? Skin burns. Dress bunched waist. Tits bounce free. Grab them. Pinch. ! Bang Bang! En moi doigts? No. Cock swells. Pulse. Hot rush builds.
Tu jouis. First. Grunt choked. Cum jets. Thick floods. Smells sharp. Semen mixes sweat. No blood. But pale I am. Blême fear. Sirens closer? Lights flash blind slats. Dance shadows wall. Heart stops.
! BANG! Mine hits. Agony waves. Pussy spasms. Crush cock. Cum gush. Drip sheets. Little death. Gasp silent. Cling. Shake. Tout est fini? No. Just peak. Hold still. Listen. Parquet creak hall? Footsteps? No. Quiet.
Pull off. Sticky thighs. Dress down. Messy. Kiss rough. “Bonnie,” whispers. Clyde grins. Slip out. Door ajar peek. Hall empty. Creep back. Door mine clicks. Lock. Lean wall. Heart hammers chest. Cross Mrs. Jenkins tomorrow? Smile innocent. Secret locked. Neighborhood dreams. We fucked the night raw. Bang bang echoes head. Forever.